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attention universe: i never gave permission for my life to turn into a horror movie
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH.
I FORGOT IT WAS CICADA YEAR.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH.
I FORGOT IT WAS CICADA YEAR.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH.

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Now, cricket season in central Texas can be a true horror. The lights at offices and schools completely fill up with cricket carcasses--to the point where it's almost as if the light isn't even on. And, I remember in high school, after band practice in the morning, we'd go back inside, and the wall with door we'd enter through was black with crickets. And we'd have to run through because there were so many crickets, that they'd just randomly lose their footing and fall on you if you walked through. It was literally raining crickets.
It sounds like that's what your cicada season is like. You have my condolences.
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